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Love or its loss is found among the mundane, everyday things. It speaks through the most ordinary objects about two people very close. Here’s a love poem by Mallika, for Different Truths.

A cleaning spree,
some dusty memories
found in a drawer
of the bedside table.
A cluster of things,
mostly bills ,
old prescriptions ,
warranty cards ,
this and that
bits of our humdrum life
randomly lying.

I sort them with deft hands
crumpled pieces of paper,
grown useless with time
mostly to be trashed,
like our rambling conversation
on etcetera, etcetera
during these togetherness years
while the silence ,
neatly folded
in between the words,
actually hold us.

Picture design Anumita Roy, Different Truths


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